In the limo…
“Where are your lap dogs?” she teased.
“Oh, she smiles and jokes. You should do that more often,” he chuckled. “It’s just you and me. We need to talk privately, and I don’t want Nick hitting on you all day. Makes me sick the way he throws himself at you.”
“Jealous? He’s just being a typical guy. He’s nice to me. I made him remove my pics from his phone, though. That’s creepy. I signed a magazine for him to get him to remove them.” She shrugged, blowing it off like the photos were no big deal.
“Jealous. No, I can have any woman I want, sweetheart. You can either want a man or a boy? Nick’s a boy.”
Gage pulled his arm over the back of the seat, playing with her hair. Her typical nervous shiver spread over her, but for once she didn’t pull away.
“I don’t doubt you can have
